dilluns, 4 de juliol de 2016

DA AUSÊNCIA DE ESTÍMULOS Fortunately the hole was emptY, and he had the good fortune to escape being impaled alive on the pointed stakes fixed at the bottom of these pits : they are generally slightly covered over with slender branches of trees, and the interstices filled with turf and moss; while the roots most anxiously sought after by the elephant are strev/ed on the surface, and the unwieldly animal eagerly pressing forward after his favourite food,


IN A few seconds all are gone, and the soldiers 
out as numerous and as vindictive as before. 
On finding no enemy they return again leisurely 
into the hill ; and very soon after, the labourers 
appear loaded as at first, as busy and vigilant as 
before, with soldiers here and there among them, 
who act just in the same manner, one or other 
of them giving the signal to hasten the business. 
Thus the pleasure of seeing them come out 
to fight or to work, alternately, maybe obtained 
as often as curiosity excites, or time permits; 
and it will certainly be found, that the one or- 
der never attempts to fight, nor the other to 
work, let the emergency be ever so great." 

But as these ants are sometimes the instru- 
ments of destruction to others, so, on the 
contrary, they are also the objects of prey to 
the creature called the ant bear, who feeds upon 
them; and as his tongue, which resembles a 
lute-string, is of the thickness of a goose- 
quill, which lies double within his mouth, and 
can be suddenly darted out to the length of 
two feet, he imbibes a great number of these 
little insects at once, especially when he finds 
them about the roots of trees : but their hills, 
it is acknowledged, are of a consistence too 
strong to be penetrated by their enemy.

2 comentaris:

  1. Anda bater uma
    Anda bater duas
    Anda.mais depressa
    Tu bates
    Se perdermos o quê? porquê? que
    Se foda.
    Vai.com deus
    Tu bates mal batendo

    1. What did I want? I wanted a Roc's egg. I wanted a harem loaded with lovely odalisques less than the dust beneath my chariot wheels, the rust that never stained my sword. I wanted raw red gold in nuggets the size of your fist, and feed that lousy claim jumper to the huskies! I wanted to get up feeling brisk and go out and break some lances, then pick a likely wench for my droit du seigneur - I wanted to stand up to the Baron and dare him to touch my wench! I wanted to hear the purple water chuckling against the skin of the Nancy Lee in the cool of the morning watch and not another sound, nor any movement save the slow tilting of the wings of the albatross that had been pacing us the last thousand miles. I wanted the hurtling moons of Barsoom. I wanted Storisende and Poictesme, and Holmes shaking me awake to tell me, "The game's afoot!" I wanted to float down the Mississippi on a raft and elude a mob in company with the Duke of Bilgewater and Lost Dauphin. I wanted Prester John, and Excalibur held by a moon-white arm out of a silent lake. I wanted to sail with Ulysses and with Tros of Samothrace and to eat the lotus in a land that seemed always afternoon. I wanted the feeling of romance and the sense of wonder I had known as a kid. I wanted the world to be the way they had promised me it was going to be, instead of the tawdry, lousy, fouled-up mess it is. I had had one chance - for ten minutes yesterday afternoon. Helen of Troy, whatever your true name may be - and I had known it and I had let it slip away. Maybe one chance is all you ever get.”